Chapter 138 Weed Dust
Xia Chu collected the tableware used by Xie Heyong and went out.Xia Qian was very thoughtful in the end, and while pinching Jiang Rong's shoulders, she asked, "Master, you are pity Uncle Xuan, poor people must have something to hate."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Rong smiled and said nothing.He knew that Xia Qian was worried that he would be deceived, so he kindly reminded him, but in fact, he also had his own thoughts.

Outside the study, Luo Shi heard that there seemed to be a movement in the door, and quietly pinched Xie Zhixuan's waist, Xie Zhixuan hurriedly knelt straight.

When the door opened, everyone came out.

The two of them knelt down and looked up at the group portrait of this family who appeared in a dazzling manner. The sun was shining so brightly on them, what an elegant and noble family.On the other hand, they surrendered to the weeds and dust at the feet of others, looked up, and prayed for the mercy of the other party.

"Luo Shi, you go back first. You, come with me." Xie Lan swept over the miserable faces of the two and spoke.How could Roche dare to say nothing, but just glanced at his son with worry.Xie Zhixuan hesitated or went in.

Xie Wenhui went to help Mrs. Chen and asked her husband Mrs. Zhang to lead him back first. She went to discuss this matter with her mother.After Chen Shi stood still, he glanced at Luo Shi, and still persuaded, "The old lady must have a decision, you can go back and wait for the news. Don't worry too much."

His words were a reassurance, Roche nodded gratefully, and then got up and left.

Mrs. Zhang supported Mrs. Chen all the way back and comforted him before leaving, "Don't worry, father-in-law, mother-in-law and wife will make a decision. Alas, in the end, they are still poor, and they didn't accumulate good deeds in their previous lives, so this There will be no reward in life.”

Chen Shi was stunned when he said this, and looked meaningfully at the back of the son-in-law leaving. The expression on his face also returned to calm, peaceful and kind as usual.He is a person who eats fast and recites Buddha.The other party is probably trying to make himself happy.

Xie Heyong was still in the house, Xie Lan saw that his son was still wearing the dirty clothes, a little displeased, "Who are you showing this look? It's not like the family didn't send you new ready-to-wear clothes, you look like What's it like?"

Hearing her mother's rebuke, Xie Zhixuan shed two lines of tears, "Mother, uu. The Fan family doesn't treat their son as a person at all. Where can the things, clothes and jewelry that the family send all year round get into the hands of the son? A little boy has gone. Do you see that his son is the same size as the reported size?"

"After a while, my brother asked the tailor in the house to measure the size, and I will ask them to rush to make a few new clothes. At home, there is no need to be so wronged." Xie Wenhui took the words, and Xie Lan couldn't make it difficult for her face. " If my brother doesn't dislike it, I will go to my husband and ask my brother to wear clean clothes first."

In fact, Xie Lan knew a bit about what kind of family it was when she married her son.However, this is naturally different when it comes to the eyes, especially now that the Fan family is just a poor family, and they dare to thank them for being ugly.

Thinking of this, Xie Lan couldn't help frowning, with a bit of anger in his eyes, and asked, "Tell me first, what's the situation with the Fan family now?"

Several people invariably looked at Xie Heyong.

Xie Heyong: "."

What's the meaning?Can't she listen?Then she goes?

"Ning'er, it's always a bad thing for you as a girl, why don't you stay with your father for a while?" Xie Wenhui touched the tip of her nose, her mother definitely wouldn't say this, that's what she said.Who makes the family live next to each other?
"Okay." Xie Heyong shrugged indifferently, got up and went out.

She still went to Jiang Rong first, and then she went to ask Zhu Yun the same thing.Anyway, Aunt Zhu will definitely tell herself.

 To be born as an ant, one should have the ambition of a grand eagle; one's life is as thin as a piece of paper, and one should have an unyielding heart.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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